not on my lips look for your mouth,
not in front of the gate for the stranger,
not in the eye for the tear.
seven nights higher red makes for red,
seven hearts deeper the hand knocks on the gate,
seven roses later plashes the fountain.
(Paul Celan)
More Poetry from Paul Celan:
- Schibboleth (Paul Celan Poems)
- Abend der Worte (Paul Celan Poems)
- This Evening Also (Paul Celan Poem)
- Night Ray (Paul Celan Poem)
- Cologne (Paul Celan Poem)
- The Triumph Of Achilles (Paul Celan Poem)